Meng Tianye gave General Manager Lü a solemn look and nodded heavily.
Forty minutes later, Cheng Lang received a call. Shen Huaiyu had arrived at the record company entrance.
Cheng Lang went downstairs to meet him. He found Shen Huaiyu clutching a custom delivery box from the milk tea shop, surrounded by a group of young women, looking flustered and at a complete loss.
"Are you a delivery guy from the milk tea shop or from a delivery platform? How come I've never seen you before?"
"He's so handsome!"
"Why don't you become an artist at our company? I can help you get an audition!"
"Can you sing?"
"He's the owner of our Forest Style Milk Tea!" Cheng Lang said with a beaming smile. "Everyone, feel free to follow Forest Style Milk Tea's official account. There are videos of this handsome guy playing the qin and whisking tea. Our boss isn't just handsome—he's talented and rich, too. He's amazing."
"Cheng Lang!" Shen Huaiyu shot Cheng Lang a helpless look, his face burning red. "Didn't you say you wanted milk tea? I brought everything over. Let's go upstairs quickly."
"Sure!" Cheng Lang stepped aside. "This way, boss."
Cheng Lang took the delivery box from him and led Shen Huaiyu into the elevator, heading straight to the recording studio. The moment they entered, they heard Zhao Mingyue evaluating Meng Tianye. "...Your fundamentals are decent, but your singing lacks emotional impact. I watched your performance on Tomorrow's Starlight. It was technically sound and properly restrained, but it was missing that final breath. That breath is the most important thing in rock music. Without it, it's like someone has lost their vitality. Even if they still look whole on the outside, there's nothing interesting about them. Like a glass of plain water."
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